My life, the movie

The other day one of my best friends told me that my life is… Kinda like a movie. As in: “If my life would be on the big screen, she would so go and watch the hell out of that shit.” I’m not quite sure if that’s a good thing, but I’m willing to take it into consideration. And to be completely fair… My life is kinda like a movie these days. So let’s revise why:

Exhibit A

I am working for one of the biggest FMCG companies in the world, helping to sell some pretty amazing brands, in a foreign country better known as the UK, on a pretty prestigious grad scheme as perceived in the industry. That sounds… Impressive. Even to me, if I’m being honest. Mostly because it sounds very glamorous, even though “living the hotel life” ain’t always everything it’s cracked up to be. Though I admit that I will now forever want a cleaning lady who will make my bed, who will hand out fresh towels everyday – don’t you just love hotel towels? They’re so white and thick! – and who even organizes my make-up for me on the bathroom sink. I may not have my own fridge, but at least I never have to freakin’ hoover the carpet. Life is about balance, after all. And HHonors points! God I love HHonors points! I reached Silver status this weekend. Yes! Bring me my complimentary bottle of water, yippie! (And, yeah sure, some other perks that may come in handy, but the bottle of water really does take the cake, doesn’t it?)

Exhibit B

“I make more money than God.” (awkward pause) LOL! So not true. But it is true that this is my first-ever job and I am making my first-ever pay in the history of mankind. And with that, I obviously mean that student jobs do not count. Seriously, there’s nothing more glorious than going shopping and feeling like you own the world! Of course, truthfully, I don’t own the world at all – pretty sure I’m not interested in Australia anyways, because of the creepy-ass big spiders over there; it’s the one country I never want to visit, kangaroos be damned – but it’s nice being able to live a frugal life because I want to. And not because I simply have no money. So I’ve been able to welcome some new items into my life, such as a much needed winter coat, a nice outfit, cool shoes, an umbrella from Moschino… Didn’t really know that last one was a fancy brand, I just figured “Oh! A black umbrella with pink polka dots! Hmm, I want…” It goes without saying that investing in an umbrella when staying in the UK can be a very practical thing indeed. Especially because every time I bring it, it doesn’t rain. Thank you, universe.

Exhibit C

My friends are awesome. And I know that that is so cliche to say, but in my case it’s true. They give me presents when I’m leaving the next day to start my first-ever job – and we all know how practical a small guide to London can be, right? They give me presents because I’m feeling sad – who doesn’t love a Hello Kitty in an English guard uniform, right? And – which may sound surprising – they make jokes at my expense. Now as for this last one: I know I’m a mess. And guess what: I’m 23 dude. You really, honestly, definitely, think that a 23-year old has everything figured out? And she’s blonde to boot??? What planet do you think you live on?! Geez. Hell to the no: I am, wholeheartedly, a mess and I still have a lot to learn. So… What’s better than not taking yourself so seriously all the time, but having a laugh instead? It’s okay to not be perfect. It’s okay to kinda be all over the place. As long as you can chill out at the end of the day and laugh about it with your friends.

Exhibit D

Drama. Oh, my, gosh, I have no clue how it keeps happening, but something will happen every week, if not every single day. From small things to big things, something’ll pop up over the course of about 24 hours and say “Hiii, I’ve come to make fun of you just because I can.” Today my train didn’t move for exactly one hour because a lady was feeling suicidal. Thank goodness the woman was okay, but naturally I didn’t take the earlier train – even though I could’ve – so I was stuck. On a train. Which had the power cut off. After which the batteries were running out. And you couldn’t even go to the bathroom anymore. *FUN* Lol, I know it’s silly and to be fair, some woman probably had one of the worst days of her life today. But still, it’s things like that. They happen. To me. All the time. And lately, I don’t seem to mind them as much, because what’s the point in getting worked up over them? So I kind of glide through them, but still, that doesn’t take away from the fact that they’ll occur. And boy, do my friends enjoy listing them :’) I will probably never live the “bank account saga” down, nor “the overweight luggage saga”, nor the “back pains? no you just want to remain thin saga”. But I guess that’s okay.

Because you know what? My life is interesting.

Just another day at work, walking through beautiful London :-)
Just another day at work, walking through beautiful London :-)

The mystery of the “bromance”

If you’re like me, then you have a bunch of friends. If you’re like me, then sometimes some of those friends get together and start “something special”. And if you’re like me, sometimes that “something special” is called “a bromance”.

Over the years, I’ve had several of my guy friends start a bromance with someone. It’s like this otherworldly feeling between two people you can’t really explain, but I’ll try to describe it. Let’s take one recent example: two guys I see on a day-to-day basis have – in my humble, honest opinion – started a phenomenal bromance. And according to my perceptive nature, I believe it to be rooted in the following aspects:

A) They have found each other by coincidence. Through sheer happy luck they met and are now going strong with the endless gazing into each other’s eyes. And everybody knows that something isn’t real until it happens purely by chance. So that put me on the track to believing their attraction to be more than just friendship…
B) They giggle like little school girls amongst one another. This is what definitely roused my suspicions about their relationship becoming a bromance. It doesn’t get much more obvious than when they’re left to their own devices, which then generates this extraordinary girly sound from two very manly men indeed.
C) They seem to be perfectly made for each other. Whereas the one is more like a suave, old school grandpa – but with the flair of James Bond – the other is more like a young, wide-eyed puppy very eager to be transported into another time. Together they just click and become a slightly devious duo, a force to be reckoned with, as it were. I would advise everybody to not sit in between them or interrupt their hushed conversations. Do so at your own peril!

Now, all this is what I believe to be a thorough root-cause analysis of how their bromance came to be. But one key ingredient is missing. And that would be… Their conjoined wickedness for all things funny! My god how these men can share their innermost jokes by only a look?! And it doesn’t stop there! No, why would it?! Secretive texts! Even a whole new language, spoken in code so only they would be able to understand each other’s meaning. It’s like they have resurrected a new Rosetta’s stone, the bromance edition. I am utterly in awe by the advanced nature of their relationship. It goes beyond anything I have ever seen! It’s almost like I’m a scientist, able to study this new form of manly behaviour. If possible, I would even intend to write a book about it in the near future. The possibilities are truly endless in observing this fascinating development, would you not agree?

I wonder at this manly relationship, the bromance, and I am curious to how other females perceive it. Are any of us XX-chromosomed people jealous of two guys, going to the gym together, possibly showering together too? Can we be held responsible even, for not obtaining their attention in a significant manner and thus perhaps forcing the two together – creating a bromance? Are we at fault here? Or have the men in our lives finally understood the powers of bonding with someone of the same sex, no actual sex included?

I don’t believe I will be able to solve this mystery completely tonight. And I certainly don’t think anyone in their right mind would take me seriously right about now. But perhaps that’s not the point of today’s post. Maybe, just maybe, I just felt like writing down some jibber-jabber and sharing that with the world. Last year, at school, we had this saying: “Sharing is caring!” Now, I ask you: isn’t that romantic?

“The Peak District. An inspiration to many. Romantic to all.”